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Some Lobo angst for the Past prompt. An excerpt from one of my Drac/Teddy (smut) fics 😈
Teddy was thirteen when he saw his mother's eight-year-old adopted daughter covered in blood for the first time.
"Teddy?" His father called to him from down the hall, but he barely heard it.
All Teddy heard was Mandy's giggles and his mother's predatory laugh. All he could see was the two of them, a perfect pair, framed by the doorway, smiling. Right there, in the same building, and yet, deeply embedded in a world he would simply never be a part of.
"Good work, Mandy! You're a natural." Bellafrancesca purred, stroking the girl's hair. Another giggle, and a splash of blood painted Mandy's face. She grinned from ear to ear.
Bellafrancesca had always told Teddy that he wouldn't be able to understand the importance of her work. She said men could never understand, they had no connection to divine suffering. They never experienced true pain, and therefore, could never understand how to inflict pain upon others effectively. Men, she always said, were weak.
"Tedward." His father put his hand on Teddy's shoulder and the boy startled. "That's your mother's work. Come on, son. We have a busy day."
Teddy still felt frozen, but he shuffled his feet alongside his father. Screams and laughter echoed through the basement as they made their way to the stairs.
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At fifteen, Teddy got his first tattoo in a coke dealer's basement. He could have had the best of everything. At a word, his father would have arranged a world-renowned artist in a high rise studio. But that wasn't the point. Teddy was relieved, honestly, that it was just him and some almost-stranger, in a dank basement where he could cry and scream. He thought about Mandy, and how she would have laughed at him.
After the first, the rest became easier. He'd get a new one before the last had even healed, transforming his body into a scabbed-over canvas. They got better each time, and so did he. Soon he longed for the rush of the tiny machine that sent vibrations through his bones. Soon it became a spiritual experience. Soon, it became an escape.
The first time his mother hit him- on his eighteenth birthday- he'd already begun to enjoy pain.
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At twenty-three, after Teddy had survived the front lines of his first turf war, his father's men took him drinking. It was everything he'd ever wanted. He felt like a king.
Bloodied, sore, high on amphetamines, adrenaline, and alcohol. He had earned a measure of respect. The men who fought beside him would be his forever now.
Teddy Lobo would spend the next decade leaning on that victory. It was enough to win his father's respect; his father expected him to be a soldier. What his mother wanted was something else entirely
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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
#yeehaw#1k#5k#10k#posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference#edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense#also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags#1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now#he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic#2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign#like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock#3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing#it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is#extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once#it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life#i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about#Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect#if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it#aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week
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“Mom, why do you think ghosts are intrinsically evil?”
“It’s what the science says, of course!”
“No, I mean like, what were the studies? What did they actually observe”
“Ohh, I get what you mean, Danny! Well across all reputable reports of encounters with the ghosts strong enough to matter, they’ve always attacked first and never responded to attempts at communication! There’s no reason for them to do that if they’re not evil!”
“Huh…”
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Danny, learning about Ghost Speak and how humans can’t understand it: hmm.
Danny, learning that ghosts greet each other and bond by fighting: hmmm.
#danny phantom#dp#my idea of ghost speak is that it’s a language inherent to all ghosts#but that ghosts can still learn/speak other languages if they want#so like danny can communicate with any ghost in ghost speak#but like if. say. tucker wanted to talk to a ghost. that ghost would need to speak english#and danny hadn’t noticed that restriction in others before since he’d never seen a ghost who didn’t speak english converse with a human#danny phantom prompt#dp prompt#good fenton parents#well their quality is not specifically shown here but like#i’m justifying their views on ghosts with a genuinely plausible misunderstanding#if the past encounters had a language barrier and the ghosts defaulted to saying hi by attacking. yeah no shit humans got wary of them.#not specifically dpxdc but ghosts fighting to bond has showed up in a good number of those stories so i’ll add a couple of those tags too#dp x dc#dpxdc#dc x dp#dcxdp
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Danny doesn't get why everyone looks at him suspiciously hes just a guy he hasn't even turned phantom since he got to Gotham like seriously this is the most normal he's been in years why are they looking at him like he announced he was going to be a villain
Gotham as a whole does not trust the new guy who moved there everyone knows who he is because he's so kind clearly a ploy to lure them into a false sense of security so they'll be shocked when he becomes a new rouge well not this time oh no
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Danny moves to Gotham and no one trusts him no matter what because every time a goodytwoshoes from out side the city tries to be kind and helpful they end up twisted and insane and they ain't bying that this kid is all sunshine and rainbows
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#dcxdp#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc crossover#ironically if the people of Gotham knew his past they'd trust him more#especially after learning the reputation the fentons have#it's just he's so.... smiley and happy... all the time#they don't trust it somethings gonna happen he'll snap and go rouge
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decided to redraw and improve this silly thing i did two years ago
here's the two compared like damn the colors on the first what was that 😭
#my style has drastically changed specially in the past year so it's nice to see such a big difference and sctually feel proud of myself#i can't stop drawing them this is becoming a problem#wenclair fanart#im also doing some prompts for wenclairtober but i'll probably do another post for those once i have a few more#i'll be posting them on tw tho!#they're mostly just going to be b&w sketches i really don't have time for more#wenclair#enid sinclair#wednesday addams#wednesday x enid#wednesday netflix#evgarart
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Title: Brace for Impact
Summary: He’s not sure when Impact became his name, but he does know how it happened.
A little look at my OC, Impact, as he thinks about being a medic during the Clone Wars vs. in Rex' Rebellion, and also names. And particularly his own name, and how he got it.
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Future Son????
It has been a while since I have done an original prompt. So DCxDP prompt #2
Danny gets into a fight with Impulse/Bart about Bart changing the timeline messing things up for Danny and effectively erasing his family, because the change made it so Maddie and Jack never got together. But because of Clockwork sending him on a mission to the past while Bart changed the timeline and the medallion Dan had phased into Danny he remembers the old timeline. Also he has access to his powers but for some reason can’t change into ghost form.
This fight happens in front of the rest of the young justice team. And Nightwing was coming there to teach a training lesson and over hears half of what Danny is shouting.
From Dick’s point of view there is a black haired, blue eyed kid with powers that are suspiciously like a Tamuraneans, yelling at Bart about losing his family because his parents never got together. Also Dick and Kori had recently broken up. (Feel free to make up a reason.)
Due to a misunderstanding Dick is going to help his time displaced “son” adjust to the new reality.
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#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#dcxdp#story prompt#Bart changed the timeline while Danny was on a mission from clockwork#Danny comes back to his time and everyone is gone#clockwork offers to send Danny to the past where the speedster is living#clockwork doesn’t actually intend to bring Danny back to his own time#the speedster Bart surprise clockwork and created a new best outcome
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ULTRATOBER 17-19 : DESIGN SWAP
#ultratober#ultrakill#gabriel#gabriel ultrakill#art tag#first time posting non tf art in a long time i am not scared at all#didn't plan on doing any prompts since im a relatively new fan but#saw the words “what if gabriel were a machine” and just. instant neuron activation#so you get one (1) prompt fill way past the actual date
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Prompt 271
“Grandmother is visiting,” Damian suddenly said with no warning and with his usual not-quite demanding tone.
“Who?” Tim wasn’t the only one to startle, seeing as Bruce had practically froze, a downturn to his lips in a silent show of confusion.
Damian scowled. “Are you deaf Drake? Grandmother is coming to Gotham to, quote, make sure I am being properly cared for.” None of them had known that Ras was with anyone actually. At least Tim was pretty sure that would have been in the files.
“Oh?” Dick didn’t quite crouch to Damian’s height but it was a near thing. “She-” “He,” Damian corrected, interrupting him. They all exchanged a glance before Dick continued.
“Is he coming to the Manor or…”
Damian scoffed again, a tiny bit of a flush against his face. “No, Grandmother will most likely be staying with Akhi-”
Now wait one moment-
“YOU HAVE ANOTHER BROTHER?!”
#DCxDP#DPxDC#Prompts#Deadly Decisions#Danny & Ras are the homoerotic rivals that no one knows if they’re flirting or attempting a murder#It’s actually both they’re just also both Immortal#Danny to Jason: You can become a crime lord if you finish college- you’ve said you wanted to get a degree this is ur chance#Dusan (nodding): Mother has made all of us finish at least our basic education nephew#Why yes this does mean that RH has just made the heads in a duffel bag debut & the bats have no clue it’s Jason#Normally Danny wanders the universe but RAS (affectionately derogatory) HOW DARE U TRY TO HIDE THE GRANDCHILDREN#Morally Gray Danny#He’s well over 300 and that has an affect lol#Also has some fun fae vibes thx to his ghost half & human half finally balancing out#Let Jason & Damian be brothers#Tiny Damian: Akhi look I found a frog :>#Jason (newly not brain damaged & has no clue who this small child is): …. That’s great#Tiny Damian: *GASP* Akhi you can talk now :D#Fuck it- all the Al Ghuls deserve fangs from ecto contamination#Is Danny actually Dusan & Talia’s mother? No one knows and no one wants to ask the probably immortal fae being okay#Danny brought Damian a ghost hound puppy & Jason an original signed Pride & Prejudice book#How come Bruce wasn’t aware of Danyal? Talia forgot to inform him that the mother she was speaking of is in fact still alive#He disappears for a decade sometimes longer she was using past terms how was he supposed to know
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"I can see dead people." He mentions with a shrug, using the chopsticks to fish more noodles into his mouth.
Dick stares at him. "Huh."
"Is that why you help?" He asks, getting more spring rolls.
"Yeah. Once someone becomes a ghost, word gets out quick, and they come to me. Always tatling about unfairness and justice." The kid waves the words around, rolling his eyes.
Dick just pretens to he uninterested, despite his mind racing at the new info. He is piecing past moments together, every shadow leaping away, every note with tips, leads and—
Huh.
"Do you... like it? Doing all that?" Richard approaches thus carefully, brows furrowed at the kid opposite of him.
Danny moves his head, giving a 'so-so' answer. "It's not much to like, I can see ghosts, and they know it and use it. If it brings them to peace or whatever– well, that's just a plus."
Dick stares. He places his chopsticks down and looks at Danny worried.
In turn, the kid sighs. "Sometimes gifts become curses the longer you have it."
And Dick understands.
Mind made up, he throws a pair of keys at the kid, watching fondly as the other catches them with confusion.
"Next time use these, instead of entering through the window."
Danny mock-salutes with a shit eating grin. "Yes, Officer grayson."
#dcxdp#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#fic prompt#writing prompt#dc x dp prompt#dick really got a kid now huh#dick: oh wow how did you get in here#danny: *fist down a cereal box and cheeks syuffed full eith food* wdym#he annoys dick during his police hours#he doesnt even blink twice when he later catches him tyring to sneak in as nightwing#dick got the most chill kid ever#dick telling bruce of how easy danny is: :D#dick then finding out about every horrifying and downright traumatic wvent in ddannys past: D:#hes calling connie raven and black canary#for the ghosts and much needed therapy#dick abt danny: what a good kid!#dick abt danny after: oh god youre traumatsied#he's parenting so hard he should get an award#tbf danny gives him a makeshift trophy with “best officer pops.ever” in glittery pen
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DP x DC prompt
The Bat family and Talia was on a mission. Ra's had captured a ghost and was using them to steal information and carry out assassinations.
Before Bruce could call in Zatanna or Constantine, Talia told him she has a contact who is more specialised in ghosts. So Bruce, Damien, Jason and Talia all went to Amity Park.
Danny wasn't expecting his ex-girlfriend (who he hasn't seen in years) knocking at his door along with her family. But he didn't mind the break up was amicable. So when she told him she needed help dealing with a ghost he was happy to help.
While he was getting the gear ready for her, her two sons Jason and Damien was standing around asking him questions (interrogating him). Of course the question of how he knew their mother came up. So he told them the truth. They were both surprised and Damien seemed to be angry at him for it. Then Jason asked why he would help her out if they hadn't seen each other for years.
It was simple really she was his favourite ex. When he saw how confused they were he told them she has that title because she was the only one of his ex to have never tried to kill him before during or after their relationship.
That got Jason wheezing on the ground laughing while Damien looked utterly perplexed.
#dp x dc#dpxdx#danny phantom x batman comics#past danny fenton x talia al ghul#batfamily#bruce wayne#jason todd#damien wayne#talia al ghul#dpxdc prompt
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Jazz always wanted a little brother.
Her best friend's mommy having a baby brother in her tummy, but right now they were at gotham, mom was meeting with some important people while she stay safe in the car with dad sleeping in the front passenger seat.
When she asked her mom and dad for a baby brother earlier that same week, mom had to explained that her tummy was broken after she had her because she was a very special miracle baby because they tried so hard to have her.
Jazz understood but at the same time, she wanted- no she need a baby brother, maybe one with dad's hair and mom's eyes, or maybe one with hair like hair and dad's eyes.
And she was determined, as she snuck out of the fentomobile car, sneaking inside beside the scary ninjas guards that were temporarily distracted.
She was very good at sneaking around thanks to mom training her to stay quiet and hide better then a ghost.
There was pools of ectoplasmic but much dirtier and less cleaner then the stuff mom and dad work with. Container and chambers full of them.
She saw doctor walking out of one room and snuck in before the the door close on her. There was another ectoplasmic container that had babies in them..
One sleeping upside down and the other upside up. The one of the bottom was sleeping but the older has his eyes open, revealing pretty blue eyes like dad's eyes.
She chewed on her bottom lip a bit and weigh her short limited choices as nodding.
She close her eyes, focusing as she quickly started to float a bit wobbly, sticking her small hands onto the glass ectoplasmic ball using her secret powers that she had learned without mom and dad noticing.
Her invisible hand grabbed the baby slowly, making it invisible as she pulled it out of the ectoplasmic ball.
The baby was very small and light then a feather while covered in wet ectoplasm goop.. the baby cough a bit, dripping ectoplasm out his mouth, squirming a bit as he was about to male a fuzz but quiet down as she held him close into her warm fuzzy jacket.
She snuck back out of the room and quickly out of the place all the way back into fentonmobile..
Covering the baby with her Einstein beat designed blanket, cleaning the baby up like she would with her baby dolls, and she open the empty toy baby bottle and open her mini almond milk jug, then pour the milk in and close it, after remembering to cut a little open hole on the tip of the hard plastic nibble part.
Scooting over to the baby, and carefully picking him up and helding him close onto her lap like she seen the mommy do on TV as she press the toy baby bottle again the baby's mouth.
It would be 1 hour later before mom came back looking excited then 2 hours later after they left gotham before a soft baby wail woke her dad from the backseat of the fenton car where jazz was.
Jazz was pink in the face as she was trying to hide the baby but she couldn't stop him from crying.
It would 20 minutes of jazz lying straight to her parents's faces on where she found the baby, and it would forever be her only best lie she ever told that convinced them to adopt the baby boy that was now named danny..
Meanwhile back at league of Assassin headquarters. The head scientist has noticed that the first unborn twin baby has been removed early then schedule, probably due to natural condition of death since the first one has a much weaker pulse compared to the second unborn baby which Talia had name Damian later.
The leading scientist check off the existence of the supposed first born who went without a name on the data base...
Unknownly to both parties, Jazz was very happy to have a little brother of her own now, even if his eyes flashes green a bit from time to time.
#dpxdc#dc x dp#danny phantom#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp prompt#dcxdp#danny and damian are twins#danny was the first born#that was supposed to be disposed before birth due to a weak heart#jazz wanted a little brother no matter the cost#maddie were former members of the League of assassin#Jack fenton was her retirement choice and her reason to keep him out of her former past job#maddie fell in love with Jack and his love for ghost hunting and he was her reason to leave her life as a undecover assassin#even if she took some of his info gather of 'ectoplasm' and send them to the league as a payment of her leaving them#league of assassins#jazz is liminal#how you expect a toddler to not eat the shiny green liquids that her parents experiment with#she will never admit to tell them that she had eaten more then a few of the missing vials after they told her that it was danger to people
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The ghost of a past regret
The tome hidden under Damian’s mattress continued to burn in the back of his mind. He knows he shouldn’t have kept it. Magic is dangerous, that of the Infinite Realms especially so. And there was no guarantee the book was even accurate; he’d never given the cultists a chance to make use of its contents.
But a single section from it refused to leave his mind. He couldn’t just throw out the opportunity it offered.
‘Danyal…’
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Damian had hated to admit it, but his twin brother could be cannier than him at times. Danyal had caught on to the harm of the League long before he ever had.
And he had tried to get out. To get them both out.
Damn him. Why couldn’t Danyal have been selfish for once in his life…
But Damian had still been caught up in it all. He was the perfect heir. He was loyal. He would not betray his family in the League.
And yet he’d been so quick to betray his brother…
Danyal’s shocked gasp as Damian’s knife slipped between his ribs still echoed in his ears when he awoke from nightmares. Sometimes, on particularly bad nights, he would swear he could still feel the blood dripping down his hands, and amount of scrubbing ever made the sensation go away.
He was sure Alfred at least had noticed the redness of his hands, but he never pushed for answers. Damian was thankful for that, even as he felt undeserving of the comfort. It had all been his fault.
At the time of the betrayal, Damian had felt little of the emotional weight. He was disappointed in his brother, but he was just doing his duty to the League. It would only be later that it set in, and the regrets continued to eat at him long after his family forbid all discussion of the traitor his twin.
What if he hadn’t fought? Would they have succeeded at escaping? Would they have met their father sooner? Would he still be able to see Danyal’s smile?
It was pointless to wonder. Danyal was gone.
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But perhaps not completely.
The siren song of the spellbook continued to call to him. The first thing to ever offer even the faintest glimmer of hope for finding closure.
For it contained a ritual to summon the ghosts of the betrayed.
Maybe it wouldn’t work. Regardless of the book’s accuracy, he’d never done anything like it before and wouldn’t be using the spell for its intended purpose. It was described for use in combat, tearing apart enemies with the specters of the vengeful dead, not for seeking atonement. Was changing the context even possible without entirely restructuring the ritual? He didn’t know.
And it wasn’t like he could ask the magicians of the Justice League Dark for help—even the most unscrupulous among them would still try to dissuade him and likely inform his father.
But how could he not try?
It might be wishful thinking to hope he would ever forgive him. But even if Danyal rejects the apology, it would still be worth it just to see his brother just one more time…
He grit his teeth and clamped his eyes shut as emotions warred against logic inside him. It was a terrible idea. He shouldn’t do it. He shouldn’t.
‘Damn it.’
The tome felt impossibly heavy as he pulled it from under the mattress with unsteady hands.
He had a ritual to set up.
#i’ll leave it up to you if Danny actually died there or survived until the portal incident#surviving would put him closer to DP’s canon#but he could still become Amity Park’s ghostly protector and make a new life there either way#demon twins au#bruce wayne is danny’s bio father#betrayal (in the past)#dp x dc#dpxdc#dc x dp#dcxdp#danny phantom x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#dpxdc prompt#dc x dp prompt#dcxdp prompt#danny and damian are brothers#danny and damian are twins#danyal al ghul au
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I think I’d be really funny, if Bruce was a reincarnated Vlad.
This is going to be based off of a prompt I saw (I will find you) where Bruce suddenly remembered his past life as Vlad.
HOWEVER, my take on that is the de-aged Ellie and Dan because the amount of ANGST and self hate that Bruce will go through thinking his past self was not only a villain, but also that sort of person?
It will eat him alive.
It will eat that man alive every time he goes to sleep and another burst of memories pass underneath his eyelids.
It burns him when he wakes up with the phantom touch of a body underneath his hands, of a boy just as young as Damian and thinner too, struggling to escape a grip of a man whose hold was too possessive, and too cruel.
It feels like acid swishing down his throat when he wakes with the taste of oily words filled with threat and something more whispered over the form of a boy. A young boy whose blue eyes blazed furiously back and yet tried to hide the quiet bursts of fear underneath.
It feels like Bruce cannot scrub the man he had been right out of him, even when his skin blisters red until it bleeds. Vladimir Masters had woken spitting and screaming, burrowed like a cold sore underneath everything that is Bruce.
Bruce hates it.
Hates the monster he had once been and still is — because despite the fact Vlad is now Bruce, living and breathing and existing here in Gotham — Vladimir Masters still exists.
He is out there right now in a little place called Amity Park, pulling weight and blood just to get what he wants.
A man who has used and abused for far too long…
Perhaps it was time to see to it, that however and whatever way that Bruce came to be, that it began with Vlad’s unfortunate circumstances back into the Ghost Zone.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#danny phantom#dcxdp#danny fenton#dp x dc crossover#batman#dp x dc prompt#Vlad is Bruce#but Bruce is not Vlad#he is really disgusted by his old self#he is experiencing trauma by association of his past self being a little creep#Bruce often wakes up feeling wrong in his skin and wanting to throw up#Vlad please stop causing misunderstandings even to yourself#bruce is a good dad#Bruce is very willing to set up the domino pieces for Vlad to kick the bucket#so long as he isn’t aware of how that bucket is set#Bruce might be going slightly off the deep end because of how many memories keep coming up#and it’s ALWAYS about Danny#Vlad has a way with words#and it’s like#bad#he is dumb your honor#a villain and an idiot
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actually obsessed with restoring dignity in recovery
#i think its legitimately one of the most important things you can do#tagging this as whump but its also just real life lol#whump#whump prompts#whump prompt#whump writing#hurt/comfort#emotional hurt/comfort#past emotional abuse#my prompts
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royal whump scenario where a servant witnesses the heir to the throne makes a mistake in their training—they flinch away during sparring. They dare to raise a hand to protect their face.
The heir, without waiting for their trainer to speak, drops to their knees and pulls their shirt off over their head. Their bottom lip trembles. They don’t beg they don’t speak they merely bow their head with the full crushing knowledge that mistakes cannot be made. Their back is already scarred with winding lines that crisscross their skin. And their trainer lifts a short-handled whip, “I really thought you would have learned courage by now.”
The servant presses back into the corner, a hand clasped over their mouth, horror burning like a newborn flame. They make brief eye contact with the heir and see fear— raw and pleading. The heir‘s gaze darts away almost instantly, faster than a moth in flight, as the whip cracks down
#whump#whump writing#whumpblr#whump prompt#whump community#whump ideas#whump prompts#whump scenario#royal whump#cw flogging#cw abuse#cw implied torture#cw scars#cw past abuse#cw past torture#conditioner whumpee#royal whumpee
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